Yeah Glo! Lyrics latest song by GloRilla. The lyrics were written by Gloria Woods, Jaucquez Lowe, Julius Rivera III, Kevin Andre Price, and Timothy McKibbins and produced by B100, Go Grizzly, and Squat Beats
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Yeah Glo! Song Details
| Song | Yeah Glo! |
| Artist/Singer | GloRilla |
| Lyrics | Gloria Woods, Jaucquez Lowe, Julius Rivera III, Kevin Andre Price, and Timothy McKibbins |
| Produced | B100, Go Grizzly, and Squat Beats |
| Label | Interscope Records |
Yeah Glo! Music
Yeah Glo! Lyrics
GloRilla (B100)
Go Grizz
On the gang, gang
On the gang, gang
Woo
Yeah, run up on big Glo, you won’t, I bet your ass be on the floor
Big carbon hit like Mayweather, Tula come through and bow a ho
Got millions out that rap shit, they hate a b-tch, but they stole the flow
Got backend after backend comin’, f*ck ’em, I stole the show
Don’t run up on that b-tch, she a headcase, all she do is shoot
I signed my deal up on a PJ and hopped out a parachute
I’m geeked, don’t ask me ’bout no more features, I might just stare at you
I’m geeked, don’t ask me ’bout no more features, I might embarrass you
Yeah Glo! Stomp a lil’ pussy ho with some shell toes
Yeah Glo! Slappin’ rap b-tches and makin’ bail, ho
Yeah Glo! Two-tone Cartier match the nails, ho
Yeah Glo! No competition, these b-tches stale, ho
Yeah Glo! Cuban on Cuban, my shit in layers, ho
Yeah Glo! Say they get money, but I can’t tell, ho
Yeah Glo! Keep runnin’ circles around these snail hoes
Yeah Glo! And my shit bumpin’ up in the jail, ho
On the gang
Big Glo, where you been at? Mane, everywhere, I’m workin’ hard
Maybach and G-Wagon trucks, got M&M’s in my garage
Quick to crank up on a ho, you b-tches better not get me started
Locked in with the gangstas and players, my folks gon’ keep it solid
Everything I got on new, it look like I got renovated (Ayy)
I’m cocky, b-tch, when I was just humble they didn’t appreciate it (Fuck ’em)
Young wealthy and ratchet, I’m the hood b-tches’ motivation (Stamped it)
On top of the world now, they tried to underestimate me (Haha)
Get ’em Glo! Them b-tches fraudulent, you know the truth
Get ’em Glo! Stop overthinkin’, these hoes can’t f*ck with you (Period)
Get ’em Glo! Standin’ on business in these Chanel shoes
Before I let a ho play with me, I’ll go eat some jail food, on gang
Yeah Glo! Stomp a lil’ pussy ho with some shell toes
Yeah Glo! Slappin’ rap b-tches and makin’ bail, ho
Yeah Glo! Two-tone Cartier match the nails, ho
Yeah Glo! No competition, these b-tches stale, ho
Yeah Glo! Cuban on Cuban, my shit in layers, ho
Yeah Glo! Say they get money, but I can’t tell, ho
Yeah Glo! Keep runnin’ circles around these snail hoes
Yeah Glo! And my shit bumpin’ up in the jail, ho
On the gang
Yeah Glo!
Yeah Glo!
